Sorry." Great. It wasn't just my imagination. She was ignoring me. Over the next few days I kept calling and she kept making up excuses for why she co...ldn't talk. I couldn't sleep at night thinking about her. My appetite was all but gone, and I hated myself. Slowly I stopped myself from thinking about it. but it was always in the back of my mind. Two months later I decided I would just write her a note and leave it on her door. She wanted nothing to do with me, but I at least wanted closure. I. She loved the feel of the material as it rubbed against her nipples. The patterned lilies always gained new prominence as she walked. The display of fresh oranges beckoned. Jane bent over and picked up a shopping basket. There was a soft gasp from behind her and another more pronounced groan from inside the store. She turned. “Good morning, Mr. Chan”A short balding Chinese man stood behind the cashier’s counter. His wire glasses were slightly askew, and he was rubbing his chest. His scowling. “Kirstin, you are so fucking sexy.” he murmured through gritted teeth. He was so horny for her that the tone was almost pleading. “I want to touch you so badly...” he groaned, his penis throbbing beneath the thin fabric of his gym shorts, clearly needing release. His hips were still thrusting as he spoke.“Hmmm, no no young man, you know that’s against the rules. I’m not one of the back room dancers. You have to see one of them if you want that!” Kirstin teased, making it up a little as she went. They are trained to kill.”The woman had once been rather attractive but the years had not been kind and she wore deep lines in her face that, along with rather acute facial lines, gave her a dour look which matched her disposition. The man seemed content to let the woman take charge and simply leered slightly as the woman proceeded.“First things first. Your master’s names are Andre and Evita. When you are given permission to address us, it will be as Master and Mistress. Now, any pet must also.